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str8 syrup - lucki lyrics

[intro]
(icey, i’m so sick of you) i pour a four and it felt like—

[pre*chorus]
i pour a four and it felt like molly
i pour— huh, ayy
i pour a four and it felt like molly
drugs every day, get paid when i’m sleep
hm*hm, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i pour a four and it felt like molly
drugs every day, get paid when i’m sleep
tell me you love me, you do or you not
n*ggas be finished, got nun’ to do with me
i’m in your city, the drank in the drought
she show it off ’cause she got it from me

[verse]
pretty, i’m sure she gon’ figure it out
i cut you off, ain’t no hearin’ you out
he got the pints and you send ’em in route
i quit the thirties, but d*gg*n’ the lean
just nothin’ said, but we been rich
fly out, please get french tips
family’ll k!ll you, but that’s what it’s ’bout
i hate to fake it with money and bring it
lean on lean on lean on guns
all grown up, but i want more drugs
more wock’ some and it’s no more fun
movin’ on e cause you runnin’ off love
i make the hippies feel safe with the thugs
money for grabs, you questionin’ blood
they showed it off ’cause they got it from—
[pre*chorus]
i pour a four and it felt like molly
i pour a four and it felt like molly
i pour a four and it—, ayy, ayy
i pour a four and it felt like molly, ayy, ayy

[outro]
i pour a four and it felt like molly
i pour a four and it felt like molly
(swear to god, straight syrup)

- lucki lyrics

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